.fir usse uth kar bedroom me le aaya… uske kapde utarna shuru kiye.. Pehle top utara fir uska skinny lower..Ab wo mere saamne black Bra aur Panty me...thi… hai allah kya lag rahi thi wo undergarments me… aur uski boobs to jaise bra phad kar bahar aane ko machal rahe the… aur panty bhi gili ho gayi thi… lagta hai usne subah ungli karne me paani nikal diya tha… meine kaha janemann ab mein bhi nanga hota hu… usne mujhe nanga kiya fir chuma chaati ka lamba doe shuru hua.. Uske pure sharis ko chuma. Where are we going?"I smiled at her. "I don't know. My 'little black slave girl' hasn't told me yet where she wants to go." Well, where do you want to go?" I'm not sure I should say what I want. I don't know how this works yet, and I wonder if I tell you what I want, if it might somehow magically become what you want, too. I think you should tell me where you want to go, first." Well, how much money are we spending?" However much whatever you want costs." So, if I want fresh Maine lobster at. Throwing some pants on and grabbing a shirt I answered the door, surprised, I saw Sam standing there, jeans and T-shirt from school, and a bag in her hand. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Sam” “Yea, I actually came to ask if you wanted to grab a bite before we hit the club, we don’t have to but I thought you might be hungry.” “Yea, I could use a bite to eat, just let me finish getting dressed. You caught me just out of the shower as you can probably tell.” I smiled as I said this, gesturing to. “You are in the Castle of Countess Mila. As to why you’re here…you’re about to find out.”She knelt aside me, unlocking my shackles with the same key. I could smell her…her womanhood. Blood surged toward my member in response to this olfactory stimulation. “I warn you now, boy. No touching. Not me, and not your cock. Trust me when I say you would not want to experience the consequences. Now, walk ahead of me.”I did as she asked, stumbling out of the dank cell and into a torchlit corridor lined.